Prologue
277 Words
The storm gathered like an ancient beast, howling through the trees, whipping snow and ice in great gusts that swirled across the clearing. Pale moonlight struggled through thick clouds, casting a cold, ghostly glow over the world. The forest loomed at the edge of the clearing, trees creaked under the weight of gathering snow as though whispering the secrets of the storm.
On the porch of the small, weathered cabin, a lone figure sat motionless, her gaze distant, lost in the heart of the tempest. A young girl - her features delicate and sharp, made almost otherworldly in the moonlight. Black hair, tangled and wild, fell across her shoulders like a shadow against the pale skin of her face, contrasting strikingly with the vibrant green of her eyes, which held a mix of determination and sadness. Snowflakes clung to her lashes, melting quickly against her skin and leaving faint trails, like tears she hadn't shed.
Her gaze was fixed on something far beyond the storm, beyond the woods, as if she could see past the world itself. But she didn't shiver, didn't retreat from the cold pressing into her bones. Instead, she seemed rooted to the spot, a part of the frozen world around her, bound by some unspoken promise to face the winter night.
Behind her, the cabin's wooden door creaked slightly in the wind, and a faint orange glow flickered from within, casting warm tendrils of light onto the floorboards. But she did not turn towards the warmth. Not yet. There was something out there, in the teeth of the storm - a calling, a reckoning - and until it showed itself, she could wait.
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